A/N Awesome, Im glad yall are enjoying the story! I was supposed to have this posted yesturday but I finally crashed from being up for like a week straight (stupid insomnia lol) and then there was work and all that fun stuff that got in the way, sorry! Lol This story is gonna be angsty and drama filled, its what I do best lol We are only 3 chapters into this long long ride of a story, which will have a lot of ups and downs and a few surprises here and there, so if you think you know whats gonna happen, you probably don't lol Anyways heres chapter 3 I hope you enjoy!
Santana jolted awake as the plane landed and came to stop at the gate. She groaned as she stretched her stiff muscles, standing up to get her bag from the over head compartment. As she slipped the strap of her bag over her shoulder she laughed as she caught sight of her best friend still asleep in the row behind her. The blonde had her face against the glass, the latina guessing that she had slid down into that position as her mouth was open in an awkward angle due to her skin sticking to the glass. After taking a quick picture, Santana gently sat down next to her friend so not to wake her. She leaned a little bit closer and smirk before screaming.
"We're going down! Ay dios mio! I'm to hot to die this young!" she yelled at her friend, causing the blonde to startle awake swinging her arms and catching Santana in the face accidentally with her fist. Santana stood up as she gently rubbed her cheek.
"Are you fucking trying to kill me?!" Quinn screamed at Santana once she calmed down and realized that they had landed safely.
"I don't know, are you trying not to get paid this week? Cuz this face pays for your check and Im definitely going to have a bruise and Im not sure if I can perform like this" Santana motioned to her already bruising cheek before breaking out in a fit of laughter.
"Oh yes, its sooo funny" Quinn said angrily as she got her stuff. "And you already paid me for like the next month so I think Ill be ok" she smirked as they exited the plane.
Santana slipped her sunglasses on as they made their way outside, the flash of the cameras still made her jump a little when the paparazzi noticed her. She only hated a couple things about her rising stardom, and this was one of them. The sound of her name being called by someone other then the paparazzi had Santana looking around, she spotted Mercedes a little ways away waiting by a limo.
"Hey Cedes, I thought we were meeting at the hotel." Quinn said as they made their way over to her.
"Eh, we all got in around the same time, which we should of all just taken the same flight, so I thought Id just wait for you bitches so we can start this weekend right" Mercedes laughed and hugged the both of them. They all got into the limo and was greeted by Kurt, Blaine, Rachel and Brittany. Santana tensed as she saw Brittany. Quinn had told her this morning about Brittany joining them this weekend and Santana had promised to try and be, well, at least civil.
They all greeted each other and tried to ignore the slight awkwardness that filled the quiet limo. Everyone started talking amongst themselves and Santana smiled to herself as her phone rang and she saw that it was one of her favorite people.
"Hello sweetheart, you didn't even give me a chance to call you first." She said as she turned her body some away from the others. Brittany, who was chatting with Kurt, heard the nickname and couldn't help the curiosity that rose in her as she tried her best not to ease drop, and failing miserably.
"One second ok?" She put her hand over the speaker and turned to Quinn. "Do we have anything planed for the sixth of next month?" After checking, Quinn said no. "Ok, don't plan anything, Tiff has a show and Ill probably steal her away for the weekend."
She thanked Quinn and went back to her phone call. Brittany sat there in a slight state of shock as she listened. Truth be told she mostly came on the trip to see the brunette and maybe try to fix their friendship. Don't get her wrong, it was nice to see and catch up with her friends, but she could have set up get togethers with them some other time. Everything in her life was a mess and she was trying to sort it all out. Seeing Santana had been a small blessing, it was what made Brittany want to get her life together. So here she was with all her friends, ease dropping like a stalker.
"Of course Id be there. Your going to be amazing baby" Santana smiled again. She talked quietly on the phone until they pulled up in front of the hotel. "I gotta go, I promise to call when you go to sleep. I love you too, bye Tiff"
Santana hung up, still smiling as she stepped out of the limo. Brittany was trying to keep the scowl off her face. Of course Santana would have a girlfriend, it was silly of the blonde to think other wise.
"How's your favorite red head doing?" Mercedes asked Santana as they checked in, Santana surprising them all with an upgrade to all their rooms and getting a suite with four bedrooms with a living room and small kitchenette separating them. She wanted to really spend time with her friends as this would be one of the last times she would be able to get away for a little. Brittany could no longer contain her scowl, her face finally winning the battle.
"She's good, she has a big show coming up and shes super excited. I cant wait to see her perform again" Santana said with a smile.
"Good, get me a ticket Id love to go" Mercedes said as they walked into the room. "Alright ladies, you have one hour to get ready and then we are going out!"
The girls all cheered before they headed to their rooms, Santana chosing to room with Quinn rather then sleep on the pull out. She didn't really sleep all that much which is why she chose to give everyone else the bedrooms. Almost an hour later Santana walked out of the bathroom dressed in a blue sleeveless dress that stopped just above her knees, her hair had slight curls in it. She was checking her clutch as she walked into the living room. The only other one ready was Brittany, who was sitting on the couch. The blonde was wearing a pair of black jeans and a red top, with matching knee high red boots. Santana couldn't stop herself as her eyes ran over Brittany. Even after everything, she was still the most beautiful woman Santana had ever seen.
"Hey Brittany" The Latina said softly, startling the blonde.
"Hi San. You look lovely" Brittany replied just as softly, letting her eyes roam over the tan skin in front of her quickly before looking back out the window.
"You too" Santana said as she sat down on the couch across from the one Brittany was sitting on. They sat in a silence that wasn't exactly comfortable but wasn't all that awkward either. Santana wouldn't lie, she wanted to know how Brittany had been, she just didn't know if she could handle certain answers. Just as Santana had gotten up the courage to ask how Brittany was doing, the rest of the group came out and they headed out to find a club.
Almost three hours later they were all having a relatively good time and were sufficiently drunk. Everyone was on the dance floor except Santana, the crowded floor being too much for her anxiety. She was still having a good time though, as she watched her friends dance crazily. It probably wasn't as nonchalant as she thought it was, but she had been trying to discreetly watching Brittany for the last half an hour. Santana could tell that the blonde had learn a lot touring with her dance troop. Not that she would willingly admit it, but she had been keeping up on the blondes career, even though they weren't in each others lives.
It was because she had been watching Brittany that she noticed her checking her phone a lot in the last ten minutes, each time getting seemingly more frustrated before walking off towards the hallway that lead to the bathroom. When the blonde didn't return twenty minutes later, Santana got up and headed to look for her. She walked into the bathroom when she didn't see Brittany in the hallway, and it was quiet a side from someone quietly arguing. Santana thought it sounded like Brittany so she walked closer to the voice that was coming from behind a closed door of the handicap stall.
"No Sam, we cant meet up. I told you I was going out of the country for vacation." Came Brittany's voice, which to Santana sounded like she had been crying. "I don't care how sorry you are, I cant live like this any more." Brittany said quietly. "Sam, stop yelling at me."
When Brittany started to sob, something in Santana stirred. Even after everything, she still couldn't bear it when Brittany cried. Santana was glad for once that Brittany always forgot to latch the stall door as she pushed it open and walked in before locking it behind her. Brittany was in the corner of the stall facing the back wall, her shoulders slumped. It almost looked like she was trying to cower away from the man that wasn't even there. Santana didn't know how long she stood there listening to Sam's muffled screaming voice, she was trying to sort out her emotions enough to figure out what to do.
"Its over Sam, I want a divorce. Please..don't call me, don't show up at my parents house anymore, please just let me go" Brittany said defeatedly. Santana couldn't take it anymore as she stood just behind Brittany listening to her cry, so she placed a hand on the blondes arm. Brittany jumped at turned around, her beautiful blue eyes watery, red and slightly puffy from crying. She took a deep breath to try and calm herself some.
"Goodbye Sam" she said finally before hanging up on the still yelling man. She looked into Santana's brown eyes and at the moment all she saw was concern and caring and she broke down completely. Santana caught her just before she hit the floor, holding the blonde as she cried. She didn't know what was happening in Brittany's life, but in that moment something awoke in her and she wanted nothing more than to help her best friend.
After a few minutes Brittany calmed down and leaned out of the Latina's embrace, the both of them instantly missing each others arms. Brittany stood up and tried to walk out of the stall, but instead walked into the door. Santana smiled slightly as the blonde muttered to herself and unlocked the door walking out. Getting up and following her, Santana watch Brittany wash her face at the sink in the mirror above it.
"Thank you" Brittany finally said softly as she looked at Santana in the mirror, resting her hands on the sink.
"Your welcome Brit. Im sorry for ease dropping, you were gone for a while so I came to check on you." Santana replied softly, slightly wrapping her arms around herself as she looked back at Brittany. As they continued to look at each other in the mirror, Brittany remembered Santana's conversation earlier, that she had listened to.
"Its ok, it makes us even kinda" Brittany said with a small sad smile as she turned around. When Santana just looked at her confused, she admitted to her own ease dropping crime. "When we were in the limo earlier and you got a call, I tried not to but I couldn't help but listen…Im glad your happy and have someone, although Im not sure she would appreciate me crying all over you." She said the last part slightly bitter.
Santana stood quiet for a second before letting out a small laugh. "Well, we aren't really even. Mine was a happy call and yours..not so much." Brittany just closed her eyes at that statement. "Wait, Im sorry that a bitch thing to say. I just meant that yours was a hard, major kinda phone call and mine was just making plans to go to a dance recital."
"No its ok, I get it." Brittany said, opening her eyes.
"And Im sure Tiff wouldn't mind me helping a friend" Santana said as she walked over and washed her hands before leaning against the sink.
Brittany couldn't stop the snort of disbelief that came from her. Santana looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Your telling me that your girlfriend wouldn't mind that your EX girlfriend was sobbing all over you?" Brittany asked.
Santana started laughing. "No, Im telling you that Tiffany, who is nine, wouldn't mind. She probably would be happy to see me with someone. Im not seeing anyone right now Brittany." She said with a small smile.
Brittany didn't even try to stop the smile that claimed her face. She was happy to learn that Santana was single. Her smile faltered a little bit as she cocked her head to the side a little. "Why are you friends with a nine year old?"
Santana laughed again at the puzzled look on the blondes face before getting a little serious. "That's a long story, one that Im not ready to tell you just yet. Im sorry Brit, for not being ready to tell you and for everything else that's happened between us. I miss my friend."
"Its ok I understand" Brittany looked at Santana. She knew that she had hurt the Latina, and she was willing to do whatever it took to get her friend back, and that included giving her more time. "Im sorry too San, so so sorry, more than you could ever know. Ill give you all the space and time you need, I just want my friend back. I need to have her back."
Santana nodded and the pair hugged, each enjoying being in the others arms once again. Everything wasn't fixed between them, but it was a start. A start they were both relieved to have gotten. They soon joined the rest of the group and spent the rest of the night drinking and having fun with their friends like they used to.
A/N So there you go, a little humor and a lot of drama and probably a few more questions lol I know Sam gets used a lot as Brittany's ex but in my defense (and stealing Santana's words lol) I just don't like him and his Trouty mouth lmao Anyways, our girls made a little progress but there still a ways to go before they can get back to each other lol Tell me what you think! Please review!
